Monday
It was a fight just to get there. And the whole time I was there, something was nagging at me that I wasn't where I needed to be. I would figure out what that was at first break tonight. And to tell you the truth, I'm not so sure where I'm at is where I ought to be. I just know that I was all done with being at work tonight, and after the day I've had, I don't think anyone would blame me for just wanting to take the night off.
At twelve-thirty, I received the long awaited check from the mortgage company to pay the contractor. At twelve-thirty-two, I found out that when the folks that used to own my house, when they finished the basement, glued the furring strips that held the paneling up to the concrete foundation. Where there were outlets or switches on these walls, they chipped out the foundation so the switch boxes would fit. As the paneling came off, so did most of the furring strips.
The insurance company will have to be involved again, because replacing said furring strips was not part of the original proposal. I'm really hoping that my code insurance coverage is gonna help out with this, or my basement is dead in the water. I mean that, literally...
Oh, by the way, did you know that you have a pipe leaking? Not an exact quote but you get the idea of what was said. Then he showed me where he saw the drip. Three holes in the bathroom wall later, and I figured out that it's much, much worse than just having a pipe leaking. I have a 3/4 bath just off my bedroom and the free-standing shower floor in said bathroom is now leaking. Through the tile. Which I get to re-grout to try and seal up the leaks, or I get to rip out the tile and re-do the shower. I'm gonna try A before B. In the mean time, no shower and there isn't a shower head in the main bathroom.
I have a 4" hole saw. I now have three 4" holes in my bathroom wall. That's how I figured out it's not the pipes that are leaking. I placed said holes in the wall shortly before time to leave for work. After I finish this, I'm going to sweep up the drywall dust. Fixing the holes themselves will wait until the weekend. I have the cutouts to put back in, and know some tricks to make them stay in place.
Fixing them is no big deal. Painting the bathroom, eh, well paint is $30 a gallon these days. It'll keep.
I was on my way to work. As I was listening to the Bible reading for today, the announcer read the verse in Luke about lighting a candle and putting it under a bowl. Um, I lit a candle today, so I gave thanks, turned the car around, and came home to blow out the candle. The candle had actually burned itself out. Off to work.
I hit a red light, and when I stopped sharply, I noticed the oil symbol flicker on my dashboard. Um, this payday is a difficult one for me, but I have motor oil in the garage. Again, I come home and put oil in the car. I call work. I'm on my way, I say. But I'm going to be late.
I get to work, explain about my day. Someone asks me if I need a hug. Just Thursday I was saying how happy I was that I hadn't missed any work in four weeks. I'm thinking the storm is over and maybe, just maybe, things are going to get better.
I start my job, and that goes OK, except my elbow starts hurting. Then something else starts hurting and then there's the nagging that's telling me I'm not where I should be. I told God that if I needed to come home, He needed to show me something.
I told you about my day. Believe it or not, as things turned out, this would not be the worst thing that happened to me today, and it was enough that I just gave in and took the night off.
A lot of people would be mad. A lot of people would be hurt. A lot of people wouldn't have come this far. Maybe some would even start to question their faith or give up and go it on their own. A lot of people aren't me, but I gotta tell you I'm sitting here tonight hoping, praying, that God will make me understand all of this. And lead me out of it.
God does things in our lives for His purposes, not ours. I understand that. And I also understand that we're to give thanks in all circumstances, so in the midst of my own private hurricane, I'm going to do just that; give thanks to God. I'm alive. I have a job. My car runs. My truck runs. I have food in the house and dogs that love me. I'm thankful for friends who support me no matter how stupid they think I am, which I'm grateful for, and thankful for the things that God does in my life. They don't make sense, but I learn from them. I will say though, I'm just at the end of understanding. I ought to be a lot of things tonight, but I'm just at peace and I'm thankful.
And I hope that God's going to send the rescue team to Lark Circle. I have absolutely no idea what to do next.
At twelve-thirty, I received the long awaited check from the mortgage company to pay the contractor. At twelve-thirty-two, I found out that when the folks that used to own my house, when they finished the basement, glued the furring strips that held the paneling up to the concrete foundation. Where there were outlets or switches on these walls, they chipped out the foundation so the switch boxes would fit. As the paneling came off, so did most of the furring strips.
The insurance company will have to be involved again, because replacing said furring strips was not part of the original proposal. I'm really hoping that my code insurance coverage is gonna help out with this, or my basement is dead in the water. I mean that, literally...
Oh, by the way, did you know that you have a pipe leaking? Not an exact quote but you get the idea of what was said. Then he showed me where he saw the drip. Three holes in the bathroom wall later, and I figured out that it's much, much worse than just having a pipe leaking. I have a 3/4 bath just off my bedroom and the free-standing shower floor in said bathroom is now leaking. Through the tile. Which I get to re-grout to try and seal up the leaks, or I get to rip out the tile and re-do the shower. I'm gonna try A before B. In the mean time, no shower and there isn't a shower head in the main bathroom.
I have a 4" hole saw. I now have three 4" holes in my bathroom wall. That's how I figured out it's not the pipes that are leaking. I placed said holes in the wall shortly before time to leave for work. After I finish this, I'm going to sweep up the drywall dust. Fixing the holes themselves will wait until the weekend. I have the cutouts to put back in, and know some tricks to make them stay in place.
Fixing them is no big deal. Painting the bathroom, eh, well paint is $30 a gallon these days. It'll keep.
I was on my way to work. As I was listening to the Bible reading for today, the announcer read the verse in Luke about lighting a candle and putting it under a bowl. Um, I lit a candle today, so I gave thanks, turned the car around, and came home to blow out the candle. The candle had actually burned itself out. Off to work.
I hit a red light, and when I stopped sharply, I noticed the oil symbol flicker on my dashboard. Um, this payday is a difficult one for me, but I have motor oil in the garage. Again, I come home and put oil in the car. I call work. I'm on my way, I say. But I'm going to be late.
I get to work, explain about my day. Someone asks me if I need a hug. Just Thursday I was saying how happy I was that I hadn't missed any work in four weeks. I'm thinking the storm is over and maybe, just maybe, things are going to get better.
I start my job, and that goes OK, except my elbow starts hurting. Then something else starts hurting and then there's the nagging that's telling me I'm not where I should be. I told God that if I needed to come home, He needed to show me something.
I told you about my day. Believe it or not, as things turned out, this would not be the worst thing that happened to me today, and it was enough that I just gave in and took the night off.
A lot of people would be mad. A lot of people would be hurt. A lot of people wouldn't have come this far. Maybe some would even start to question their faith or give up and go it on their own. A lot of people aren't me, but I gotta tell you I'm sitting here tonight hoping, praying, that God will make me understand all of this. And lead me out of it.
God does things in our lives for His purposes, not ours. I understand that. And I also understand that we're to give thanks in all circumstances, so in the midst of my own private hurricane, I'm going to do just that; give thanks to God. I'm alive. I have a job. My car runs. My truck runs. I have food in the house and dogs that love me. I'm thankful for friends who support me no matter how stupid they think I am, which I'm grateful for, and thankful for the things that God does in my life. They don't make sense, but I learn from them. I will say though, I'm just at the end of understanding. I ought to be a lot of things tonight, but I'm just at peace and I'm thankful.
And I hope that God's going to send the rescue team to Lark Circle. I have absolutely no idea what to do next.
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